Patrick Stump Imagines

If I Could Trade Mistakes...

A/N: This is in no way supposed to offend Elisa and Patrick, same goes for all the imagines I've used her name in. I honestly love her and will do editing on this book as spon as I get time on my hands. I am sorry if I have offended anyone.

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He slept on the opposite side of the bed, thinking how he could get himself out of the mess he's gotten himself into. All he could think of was (Y/N).

His mind spoke to fast, his heart not deciding. This proposal was all a lie, and was all a set-up. He couldn't find the words to express his anger towards himself.

"Will you marry me?" he asked the lady standing in front of him. Her face was immediately turned to one of shock and both happiness, and the words slipped out of her mouth faster than a cheetah.

"Yes, I do."

His hopes of her not approving of his proposal were let down, and he had to hide his dismay. He plastered a fake smile on his face to not ruin the lady's moment. She was happier than a toddler on their birthday, and hugged the man kneeling in front of him.

As much as he wanted to not marry her, he didn't want to hurt her. His heart beats for someone else, and the poor girl was just his father's suggestion in order to boost their business.

"I love you, Elisa," he murmured falsely as he hugged back, also faking his happiness. She was just a friend as Patrick would consider her, and nothing more.

Their wedding was planned shortly, and now, here he was, wallowing in regret as his pillow started getting wet of the tears. He sat up and stared at the tuxedo hanging on the handle of his clothes' cabinet, all-dark and formal.

The memories of him and his true love, (Y/N), came flooding back in; mostly being the one when they planned their wedding.

She was pointing to a wedding dress on the magazine she was holding, and was bursting with enthusiasm. "I want this one," she said as a gasp shortly followed her words, "or this one, do you think it looks good on me?"

"Everything looks good on you, love," his smile was genuine, and he could picture her in one of the dresses on the glossy pieces of paper.

"Oh, hush. I need real opinions," she said optimistically, nudging her lover's arm. "This," she pointed to the dress on the left, "or this?"

He playfully became skeptical for a moment to answer her question, and ended up picking the one on the left.

He stood and walked to the direction of the tuxedo and opened the cabinet, digging deep inside to find the box he's kept for ages.

There, hundreds of polaroid pictures were stored, nearly all of them had (Y/N) in it, not one ripped nor dirty. He picked one up, smiling as he reminisced the dear memory he could now only hold in his heart.

"Come on, Stumph. It's not that hard," she dared as she pulled him into the skating rink, not even slipping once. "You just need to get a hang of it."

"You're lying. I'm going to slip!" he cried out as he did slip, hitting his rear end on the floor, the impact making his fedora fall from his head.

"Yes, true. Because lying is the most fun a girl can have-"

"I know, I know!" he exclaimed with a chuckle, cutting her short. He took the hand offered for him and tried to regain his balance as he took his fedora along with him.

She smiled at him, thinking that their memories could last forever.

His expression turned to one of sadness as he put the picture down and fished the ring out of the very bottom, not a stain to be seen even if it was there for as long as he could remember.

The words 'I'll forever be with you, I promise.' were engraved in the ring, shining bright as a ray of light hit it. A wave of guilt hit him, realizing it was him who made the promise, and he was also the one who didn't even try to commit it. His family was in the way.

He put the ring back in the box and put it back deep in the closet, hoping not to see it again.

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He woke to the sound of his mother opening the huge draped curtains, letting the sunshine in while a ray of it glared on his eyelids, causing him to flip over to the other side of the bed.

"Good morning, 'Trick. Today's the day," a voice greeted exhaustedly. Patrick groaned and buried his head deeper in his pillow and glanced at where it was coming from to see his mother. The lady heaved a sigh as she sat beside her son, gently patting him on the shoulder. "I know you don't want to do this, but you have to. If it was up to me, however, I'd let you pick who your heart longs to be with. I'll leave it up to you."

He was at a shock at his mother's words, finally realizing the fact that the old lady whom he thought was also against his will was actually on his side. "Thank you, Mom. But a man's got to do what a man's got to do."

"But you don't have to if you don't want to," his mother whispered as if anyone that could hear her was a secret agent working for the evil forces. "Patrick, you need to get out of this mess, and I can help you."

"How?"

"Leave it up to me. I'll call you later as a signal, but wait. Clue is to wait. Got it?"

Her son nodded, not understanding why she actually wanted to do this too.

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The bells rang as the girl in a white veil walked closer to the altar, giving Patrick a hit of anxiety. He was gripping onto his phone for dear life, and when Elisa finally reached it in front of him, he loosened his grip and thought that his own mother set him up for this.

He took the hand of the lady, and his mother was nowhere to be found. The phone ring that he has been waiting for has finally arrived, and he had to excuse himself from the bride who was wearing a confused but at the same time nervous face.

He took the phone and tried to answer it, but gravity seemed to play tricks on him. He accidentally let go of his phone and when he tried to pick it up, he pressed the decline button by mistake.

His hope was lost, and only one thing needed to be done.

To be continued...